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"The Van Gogh Job"
Parker & Hardison ~ Dorothy & Charlie
I’m not perfect but I’ve come to terms with that. Over the past few years I’ve come to accept my flaws and see some of them as strengths. The road to body positivity is a long, rough one but its beyond worth it in the end.
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cute story: I have a friend with a prosthetic arm, and he once confided in me that, after seeing this movie, he’s always wanted someone to ask him for this. Then, the one day, I was at the grocery store with him and a couple other people, and one of our friends couldn’t reach a box on the shelf and asked him, “Dude gimme a hand here”. And, I swear to christ he practiced this because the speed at which he slipped off his prosthesis was blinding, and then he hurled his arm at her. He, unfortunately, got a tad overexcited, and instead of it just landing near her, it spun out and essentially bitchslapped her in mid-air.
Now we say it all the time around him, and he blames Disney for the fact that he has no girlfriend.
Me about every decision I’ve ever made
The morning after Stiles’s sixteenth birthday, he woke from his first honest-to-god wet dream about Hollywood heartthrob Derek Hale. It was the beginning of a bright and long-lasting obsession— one he would insist, repeatedly, does not exist, thanks, now can I get three copies of that Men’s Fitness— no, man, I didn’t even see him on the cover there, I just care a lot about kale and leg presses, okay?
And maybe he was a handful of years too late, because Derek Hale hadn’t been exactly relevant outside of his devastating good looks and magazine physique since 2008 when Diamond Interchange III came out, but after he had one measly little dream about Derek Hale’s jaw muscles flexing and eyelashes fluttering as he sucked down Stiles’s cock, he just couldn’t stop.
By the time he was nineteen, Stiles could quote all of the atrocious dialogue from the first two DI movies from memory, had turned down the handful of dates he’d been asked out on, and spent a truly unholy amount of time fantasizing about licking the cleft of Derek Hale’s chin.
At twenty, after the fifth installment in the DI franchise came out and had a shocking amount of success (especially considering the fourth one had gone straight to DVD/Blu-ray), Stiles went grocery shopping, had a minor breakdown in the middle of the magazine aisle, and left with no fewer than six magazines featuring spreads or covers or interviews of a glowering Derek Hale.
At twenty-one, he leaned across the bartop and said, “Hey,” with a sloppy slur, “can I tell you something sad?” The bartender raised her perfectly-shaped eyebrows at him and waited. “I’m a virgin. I’m a twenty-one-year-old virgin because I’m hung up on a shitty celebrity with nice eyes. I hate myself.”
hey so i made a horrible thing for an awesome fic, one of the very brightest stars in fandom for me right now, so satisfying in a way that is exactly the opposite of this shitty movie poster for a shitty movie. go, go now, go do it. you won’t regret it.
I remember being at a shoreline, watching a little grey fish heave itself up on the beach and an older brother saying, “don’t step on that fish, Castiel. Big plans for that fish.”
"A few years ago, I got a call on my cell phone from a twelve year old child from my village. He was calling me from a bus stop. He’d taken a bus into the city alone, and he was calling me to ask if I could help him find a way to go to school. Both of his parents had died of AIDS, and he had no money for tuition. I told him to stay where he was, and left work immediately to pick him up. At first I was very mad at him. He should not have travelled alone. But then I looked at him and I saw myself. I’d also been desperate to go to school after my father was killed, but we had no money. So even though I was suffering myself, I told him I would try to help him. My salary was not enough, so I tried many things to get the money. After work, I went to the landfill to hunt for recyclables. But after I paid to have them cleaned, there was no money left. Now I’m trying to make bricks. I have a small operation in the village to make bricks, and I sell them in the city. It doesn’t make much money, but it’s enough to pay tuition for the boy and three of his siblings.”
UGH. i was in forever 21 tonight shopping for back to school clothes and some girls came into the plus size section who were obviously not plus size and one of them said very snidely, ‘aw this top is soooo cute. i wish it came in my size!’
HOW HARD MUST IT BE FOR YOU TO FIND CLOTHES IN THIS…